Essay On An Hour On Railway Platform
A railway station is one of the busiest places I have ever seen. It is busy throughout the day and even at night. The great rush of passengers, the hawkers, the porters, the whistling engines, loud announcements -all these adds to the noise on the station.
Last Sunday I went to the railway station with my father to receive my uncle. My uncle was visiting Pune for the first time. There was a great rush of vehicles, taxis, rickshaws, and porters outside the station. People were carrying their luggage and heeding towards the platform. There was a long queue on the ticket window. We bought a platform ticket and entered the platform. The train was delayed, so we had to wait for some time.
There was a great rush on the platform. There were stalls of books, eatables, newspapers, and small articles. Passengers were running around with their luggage. Trains were arriving and leaving every five minutes. Most of the trains were overcrowded. There was a TC near the bridge, checking tickets. The other railway staff was busy with their respective duties
The porters were rushing about with their loads. Some passengers were sitting and some were reading a newspaper. Some were fast asleep. I wondered how they could sleep in such a noisy place. There were people from every corner of the country. The platform was representing a miniature of our country. An announcer was calling out the arrival and the departure of the trains. This information was also displayed on a big display board. They were talking to each other in their respective languages.
Soon after some time, my uncle’s train arrived. We welcomed him and helped him with his luggage. We then took a taxi returned home. It was really a memorable experience.